Fumbling Fingers

It’s called “frustration” folks. Don’t equate it with “anger”. It is what is experienced when buttons can no longer fit into buttonholes, when it is impossible to get the cover off a jar of jam, when food storage bags can’t be unzipped. Get the picture? Certainly feel the frustration.

And you may be only 75 years old!

Of course, there are many things worse in life. Man or woman, it is difficult to deal with the frustration of trying to get a shirt or blouse on, and you find you need to have larger buttons and buttonholes. Then you set the jam jar aside waiting for the next visitor. Those kitchen shears become the handiest tool in the house when you need to cut the paper in the cereal box to get to the cereal.



The list can be long. It’s the thought of losing strength in the fingers that frightens. So you learn to compensate using other ways besides those recalcitrant fingers. Fore instance, spread the garment out and button up before putting on. Be sure to have kitchen shears – they are handy for many other problems, Don’t be afraid to ask someone to open the jars.

No one can read your mind. So just ask!

Loving? Sex? At 70 - 80 - 90 years? Why not?

A recent article in the local newspaper on the absurdities of seniors dating,
or even having affairs, opened my eyes to how little is understood about our aging populace.. We are the same people we always were – just a bit slower. Remember, the flame may dim but it never goes out. Just ask those who had a good marriage or a long time commitment.

I mentioned this to a young journalist who backed away, saying “I don’t want to know what goes on in my grandparents bedroom – not even my parents.” Well, how did she get here?

Not all of us are looking for a bedroom experience. But it would be nice to hold
hands, or get a peck on the cheek from the other sex occasionally. The memories linger.